Bab 962: The Rise of the Purple Spirit

Unperturbed, it grabbed a nearby ghost and, after devouring a few more, regrew its arm.

"Interesting. Let's see whether you regenerate faster than I can kill you," Kenny Lin's eyes gleamed with a barely suppressed excitement.

This ghost was obviously different from the others—it was stronger, and it seemed to have a bit of intelligence. Surely it would drop orbs.

Excitement flickered in his gaze as his sword moved continuously, unleashing wave after wave of sword energy without pause.

The sword energy fell all around the ghost, striking down the ones clustered near it one by one. Among the dozens of defeated ghosts, about ten dropped red orbs.

The red orbs, upon touching the ground, were immediately absorbed into Kenny Lin's palm.

In just a moment, the vibrant red energy orbs dimmed, crumbling into gray ash that sifted through his fingers and scattered on the ground.

The ghost watched this scene, baring its teeth in a furious snarl.